Title: Of Younglings and Cranky Medics – Bonus scene
Rating: T
Universe: Movie 07/09 verse (AU)
Characters: Youngling Bluestreak, Prowl, Jazz & Ratchet
Pairing: ProwlxJazz,
Warnings: fluff, a try at humour, slight smut between 'male' characters
Disclaimer: Not mine, I just toy with with them and hand them back in less than pristine condition.
Summary: After Bluestreak pops the 'big' question to his parents about a sibling, it's up to one of them to try and explain to him just exactly where sparklings come from.
Because a wonderful lady requested it so the plot bunnies took charge and demanded that it be written lol. Requested by optimusprime007, hope you enjoy hun! And I really want to thanks everyone who have reviewed these so far and given me requests, you have made me a really happy person *gives out hugs to everyone* Anyway here's the Bonus scene!
'Blah' - thinking
:://Blah\\:: - bond communication
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Prowl groaned as each of his systems rebooted and on-lined, he could hear the soft beeping above his head as his audio receptors powered up which immediately told him he was in the med-bay before his optics flickered on-line and un-shuttered. As usual after every processor crash he had, he felt groggy and had to put up with the processor ache that would plague him for several hours. He just wished he could remember why he glitched, until it came back to him like a Decepticon fist to the facial plates. Bluestreak had asked them about a baby brother or sister after they had come down to retrieve him from Ratchet (well Jazz did only for the saboteur to demand his presence a few minutes later), the tactician felt his logic circuits beginning to protest at even thinking along the lines of creating another sparkling. Were they even ready to think about bringing another sparkling into the world? After all Bluestreak pretty much preoccupied most of their time, not to mention they had fallen into a routine when it came to fitting their youngling in and around their duty schedules. But a sparkling would change all that the moment it was born.
Prowl understood why his son had asked since he himself had grown up with two older brothers (one of which was no longer with them), and Jazz had, had an older brother as well, so it was only natural that Bluestreak would want a sibling too. However the one thing that he was having trouble processing was why now? The Dodge Charger would have expected the question much sooner from his youngling that meant someone had brought up the topic of sparklings which would without a doubt had Bluestreak's attention. The question was who had brought it up and why? Was one of the other bonded couples on the base thinking about starting a family? If that was the case then he needed to find out who it was and begin preparations in upgrading the base's security as soon as possible. But right now he had a spark-mate currently calling out to him with a concerned look upon his facial plates.
"Prowl babe you okay?" His spark-mate called out to him.
"I'm fine." The tactician responded as he pulled himself up into a sitting position, although he grimaced slightly when his door wings began to ache which meant he had been lying upon his back for a while. A check of his internal chronometer confirmed as much once he saw the date, he glanced at his bonded "I've been out for ten hours?"
"Yea ya hit ya head pretty hard when ya crashed." Jazz told him.
"Well looks whose finally decided to rejoin the land of the living." Came Ratchet's voice as the CMO left his office with a certain youngling in tow. Bluestreak glanced at his father nervously and remained partially hidden behind the medic. The chartreuse mech removed a scanner from sub-space and ran it over the black and white's form before checking the monitors "you're going be fine, but I'm not going to release you back onto duty today."
"What? Ratchet I …." Prowl began in protest.
"Nope not going to happen Prowl, you can catch up on everything tomorrow as for today I want you to rest after your .. fall." Ratchet told him with a smirk pulling at one corner of his lip components, the tactician shot the CMO a glare.
"Is father alright daddy?" Bluestreak asked timidly as he made his way out from behind the medic and stood beside his carrier, his baby blue optics staring up at him intently whilst little sensory panels waved back and forth "coz I didn't mean for him to fall and hurt himself, but I really want a brother or a sister and I know how to get one real easily ...." The abrupt powering down of systems had the youngling glancing up at the berth his father was on, in time to see his sire drop backwards none too gracefully as his processors glitched a second time.
"Oh for sparks sake." Ratchet cursed as he quickly checked over the tactician's vitals before meeting Jazz's concerned look "he's going to be fine, his systems will reboot in a few minutes."
The saboteur nodded before turning his attention to his son who was twiddling his fingers nervously, the Solstice scooped the little grey mechlet up and settled him on his left hip "Ya father's gonna be fine Blue, but tell me who told ya that gettin' a sparklin' was real easy?"
"Ratch did." Bluestreak responded "he said that only adults were allowed to make the special wish and a cyber-stork would bring them a baby."
"He did, did he?" Jazz asked as he glanced at the medic who cringed at the explanation the youngling had just given to his carrier, before turning his attention back to Prowl as the tactician's systems began rebooting.
"Is he right dad? About the cyber-stork?" The little grey mechlet asked.
"Umm kinda." The saboteur replied a little lost as how to go about this.
"Right about what?" The Dodge Charger asked as he sat up again, one hand clutching his aching helm.
"Ratchet told Blue, that a cyber-stork brings sparklings to those that make a special wish." The Solstice replied, he watched in amusement as the CMO pointed a glare in his direction before quickly excusing him, intending to disappear before he was dragged into this.
"That's illogical, that's not how sparklings are created." Prowl said as he glared at the medic's retreating back before his gaze fell on his bond-mate and son. Jazz was looking at him with a some what horrified expression upon his facial plates whilst Bluestreak was looking at him with a frown upon his young features. The tactician suddenly realised what he said and suddenly wished for his logic circuits to glitch again so he wouldn't have to deal with this somewhat awkward situation that he had haphazardly walked into. And neither his logic circuits or his battle computer were offering up any possible solutions since he knew that if he avoided the questions now, Bluestreak was bound to ask them again later.
"Then father where do sparklings come from?" The youngling asked as he glanced at his sire with a curious look upon his facial plates, his helm cocked to the side.
Jazz suddenly deposited the little grey mechlet on the same berth his bonded was sat on, startling both Prowl and Bluestreak "Just remembered I need to see to somethin'" And with that he made a quick retreat out of the med-bay.
:://Thank you Jazz.\\:: The tactician growled over their shared link as he watched his mate leave the repair bay in a hurry.
:://No problem love, he's all yours.\\:: The saboteur responded.
The Dodge Charger grumbled under his breath and cursed his mate silently, he would get Jazz back for this. But right now he had a certain curious youngling looking up at him with an expectant look upon his facial plates. He was sure the universe hated him right about now, as how in the pit was he going to explain to Bluestreak about where sparklings actually came from without traumatising him? He knew Jazz would have been better suited for this conversation rather than him, but his traitorous mate had made beeline out of the med-bay intending to leave him to it regardless of the fact he knew Prowl's logic circuits were likely to glitch in the process.
"Father?" The youngling inquired as he glanced up at the black and white mech, his head cocked to the side whilst his little sensory panels waved back and forth.
"Hmm." The tactician hummed in response, not sure of where to actually start this awkward conversation with his son.
"Where do sparklings come from if a cyber-stork doesn't bring them?" The little grey mechlet asked.
'Oh Primus give me strength.' The Dodge Charger pleaded as he looked skyward before he glanced down at his creation "See Blue a sparkling is created when two mechs or a mech and a femme really love each other and they ….." Primus was he really doing this? He resisted the urge to go and find one of Ratchet's wrenches and take himself off-line with it.
Bluestreak looked at him curiously "They what father?"
Frag how was he going to say this? "They …. they share a special hug." He could sense his bond-mate sniggering over their spark link and promptly shut him out.
The youngling frowned up at his sire "But you give daddy plenty of special hugs but a sparkling's never come along."
Prowl could feel Barricade probing their sibling bond, curious as to what had got his normally calm and collected brother so nervous all of a sudden, but the tactician promptly shut him out too as the last thing he needed was for the shock trooper to find out about the conversation he was having Bluestreak. Barricade would never let him live him it down if he found out. The black and white mech was really wishing for some sort of distraction right now whether it be the twins brawling or Decepticon related. But it seemed Primus didn't feel like obliging and therefore he was stuck here with his youngling who had an infinite amount of curiosity stored in his little frame.
"That's because Blue it has to be a certain type of hug." The Dodge Charger said, relaxing his door wings which were beginning to protest from being held up high on his back "you'll understand when you get much older."
"Oh okay." The little grey mechlet replied, although Prowl could tell Bluestreak wasn't quite happy about that idea and soon voiced his protest "why not tell me now?"
"Because ..." The tactician began, although he couldn't quite come up with a valid enough reason except for the fact the youngling was only seven.
"I promise not to tell daddy that you told me or uncle 'Cade." The little grey mechlet said as he gave his sire the kicked turbo-puppy look.
The Dodge Charger flinched at the almost pleading look his son was giving him, his logic circuits were presenting him with the fact that he was better off just being straight with his offspring now, then risk Bluestreak constantly asking him later of worse finding someone who would tell him where sparklings came from. The black and white mech vented a sigh out of his intakes before taking in a deep intake of air to calm his systems "Remember when Ratchet told you about a little blue orb inside your chest that he called your spark?" The youngling nodded "well … when two adults want to have a sparkling, we have a special hug like I mentioned before, but we have to …. we have to let our sparks meet each other and from there a baby spark is made." Pure and simple, he decided and not too traumatising. At least he didn't have to explain that a sparkling was created only once the sparks fully merged and overload was obtained to give it the energy to actually form.
"So I came from one of your sparks?" Bluestreak inquired.
"You did yes." Prowl replied.
"Okay least I didn't come from a cabbage patch like uncle Sides said." The youngling said. The tactician's optics narrowed, so the red front-liner had tried to explain to the little grey mechlet where sparklings came from, he decided he would need to have a word with a certain Lamborghini when he saw him. But right now he sat and listened to Bluestreak talk about the pros and cons of having a brother or a sister. Yep it was going to be an exceptionally long day for him.
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After the fiasco that had him explaining the 'birds and the bees' to Bluestreak in the least traumatising way possible, Prowl was glad to finally put his youngling down for the night and retreat to his own room, although knowing Jazz like he did, he expected his mate to at least poke some fun at him for dropping himself in it like he had done.
"Remind me never to do that again." Prowl told his mate as he entered the room and made his way over before he sat on the edge of their berth, elbows resting upon his knees.
"Your fault love ya stepped in it real good." Jazz replied from where he was happily sprawled out on his back upon their berth with arm pillowed beneath his horned helm "an' ya know how curious Blue can be when he wants to be."
The tactician glanced over his shoulder, moving a door wing out of the way as he did so before he gaze fell upon the lithe frame of his mate "Hmm a trait he inherited from you." The Dodge Charger said as he sat up straight before bowing his back to undo any kinks in his spinal strut.
"Have ya thought about it though?" The saboteur inquired, his gaze fixed upon the ceiling.
Prowl slid himself fully onto the berth before lying down upon his side, a frown appearing upon his facial plates "About what?"
"Another sparklin'?" The Solstice asked as he glanced at his mate as he rolled onto his side "I mean Blue's seven now an' now's probably a good time as any ta have one." The tactician rolled onto his back making sure that his door wings were flat beneath him before his gaze settled upon the ceiling above him. In honest truth he had never thought about having another sparkling as he was quite happy with just having Bluestreak, but he knew it would be nice to have another bitlet running around the base. Not too mention he was sure their youngling would make a fantastic older brother as he was calm and patient, if not somewhat energetic. However he couldn't help but be concerned about what would happen if they did agree to have another, who would end up being the carrier since there was a fifty/fifty chance either one of them could be? Would its temperament be anything like Bluestreak or would their second be bratty? Would they be able to fit a sparkling into their already demanding daily routines? What about the Decepticons? Would they pose a more considerable threat once they learned that another sparkling had been sparked? These were a few of the many questions he had, that were beginning to bug him. However he knew deep down Jazz yearned for another sparkling, and even if they did decide on creating another they would work out any worries and concerns they had like they did when they were expecting Bluestreak.
"No I haven't." Prowl began "but … it would be nice to have another running around."
"Creatin' chaos, makin' a bigger mess, sleepless nights, purging, ya sure ya want another?" The saboteur asked as he snuggled into his mate's side, he heard the tactician chuckle before he pushed himself up into a sitting position "well if that doesn't put ya off, I'm more than happy ta go for it, after all it only takes one 'special hug' remember." He held out his arms to his mate, a clear invitation. The Dodge Charger snorted as a smile curved his lip components upwards before he pushed himself up and embraced his mate.
"I know." He whispered into the Solstice's audio "maybe we should talk about this more in the morning?"
"Maybe." Jazz smirked as he trailed one hand over the nearly invisible seam in his bond-mate's chest plates.
Prowl grabbed his wrist and held it a safe distance from his frame before having to do the same to the other when it began wandering across his plating "Bluestreak is in the other room and unless you plan to traumatise him, don't or I'll cuff your hands to the head rest and leave you there."
"You know that won't stop me." The saboteur responded right before he sent an image across their bond whilst making sure their youngling wouldn't be able to see it.
"You're incorrigible." The tactician muttered as he tried to ignore the sudden want he had for his spark-mate.
"And you love me for it." The Solstice whispered into his audio "but ya right, you've traumatised Blue enough for one day, last thing we need is ta actually give him a demonstration of how its done." Prowl scowled at his mate when he heard those words, as far as he knew he hadn't traumatised Bluestreak with his somewhat simple enough explanation. Besides it was better that the youngling hear it from them than someone like the twins who had happily informed Bumblebee about where sparklings had come from when the scout was a youngling, although Ironhide had beaten the scrap out of them afterwards for nearly traumatising Bumblebee.
"Father? Were you and daddy going to have a special hug?" Came Bluestreak's voice from the door way, the bonded pair pushed away from each so quickly that the Dodge Charger slipped and fell over the side of the berth, and ended up as a heap upon the floor. The black and white glared at his spark-mate who chuckled at him, before the tactician picked himself up from the floor, brushing himself off.
"No we weren't lil Blue." Jazz told their son.
"Oh." The youngling replied, disappointment could be heard clear in his voice as he glanced down at the floor, his little sensory panels drooping upon his back.
"Blue c'mere." The saboteur called, the little grey mechlet glanced up and met his carrier's gaze before he made his way over. He scrambled up onto the berth and happily sat himself in the Solstice's lap, he glanced up at his carrier, gaze curious "ya father an' I were talkin' about havin' a sparklin', but we wanted to know if ya really would like ta have a brother or a sister?" Bluestreak glanced from his daddy to his father who dipped his head, the youngling nodded his head enthusiastically "its settled then."
"Apparently so." Prowl replied :://we better start planning then love.\\::
:://Only if ya actually agree to this, ya got as much chance as I have at becomin' a carrier.\\:: Jazz told him as their gazes met whilst Bluestreak chatted quite animatedly about the prospect of being an older brother.
:://I know and I'm ready to deal with whatever comes our way.\\:: The tactician responded as he sat down upon the edge of the berth. He just hoped those words weren't going to come back and bite him in the aft when they finally tried for their second sparkling.
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A/N: Okay I know I said of Younglings and weapons specialists was up next but this one demanded to be written after someone planted the idea in my head *heads desk* lol, and poor Prowl I think he was significantly traumatised after having to explain to Bluestreak about the 'birds and the bees' *sniggers*
